In the image, we see Manipa III (The Third) and Henrik MI (The Thousand and First).
Manipa? She's a woman. Yet, somehow, she has absorbed all the worst traits of men. Power-hungry, aggressive, insensitive, egotistical, unfaithful, and arrogant—but of course, that’s just healthy self-confidence. Stubborn, irresponsible, prone to laziness, competitive, emotionally unavailable, and controlling—but hey, a strong woman has to stand up for herself, right?
She is never at fault, always blaming others. If she cheats, it’s self-discovery; if she manipulates, it’s psychological warfare; and if she applies double standards, it’s completely justified. Her impulsive and reckless decisions? Just part of enjoying life! And criticism? Oh, she loves it—when someone else has to endure it.
And then there's Henrik. A man. Who, in some strange way, embodies the worst traits of women. Gossiping, hysterical, manipulative, jealous, two-faced, emotionally blackmailing, and unpredictable. A true martyr, competing with other men over trivial matters while passionately clinging to every tiny grievance.
Henrik is not a good person. Henrik is nice. The exact kind of "nice guy" who always follows the rules, always apologizes—even when he's not at fault—and patiently plays along with everyone else’s games. When he revels in his victimhood, he does so with such artistic flair that one might almost feel sorry for him. Almost.
And what is the eagle doing in the picture?
It’s just an eagle. It doesn’t want to be a lion to rule or a lamb to be sacrificed. Why?
Because it’s an eagle. And an eagle doesn’t step into Henrik or Manipa’s games. 🦅
